Going to church had never been an activity that you found any particular sense of solace in. An obligation that had been born from generations of those who came before you. They would huddle together in incense thick rooms, scraping their knees upon the floor and begging forgiveness in the sight of a savior made to hang on a pair of old boards and fairy tales. They forced you to listen again to sound of verses you'd heard since you were still attached to your mothers breast in that hypnotically boring way by old wrinkled creature in black and white that drove you inside yourself while those around you had that sheep eyed look of blissful ignorance staining their faces.

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It was all so...tedious. The only spark of something interesting came when he stood up at the pulpit. The father with the broodingly handsome expression and dark eyes that seemed to pick you apart and make you feel somehow less than what you were. Why did that excite you so? Why was it that the thought of being so wrong made your tongue slip across your lips in affirmation of just how right it was? In your mind Father Dominic read you like an open book, knowing all those dark fantasies that you kept locked away inside from the rest of the world, the decadent confessions you'd made to him while feeling both base and invigorated as you knew he listened to your desires pouring out of you. And the judgement in his voice that was so delicious when he told you about your repentance. You were young, adventurous and looking to break free of convention, even if it meant being chained up by him to do it. What it would be like to have him there with you, that expression of disappointment on his face as you curled up into a ball, your naked flesh illuminated for his eyes that glinted with a stern sense of hunger that sent small pulses of electricity down your spine to end up causing a tingling moistness in that slit between your thighs? The thought of those stern hands gripping you, pulling you up by the hair as his lips drunk deeply of yours, the excited shame of him twisting and tossing you down against the lectern before his hand cracked loud and firm against the bare cheek of your ass that would cause you to cry out even as you thrust your hips back to try to entice him to loosen his belt and coax out the low hanging sin that he kept there. The thrill of it as he could pull your feet off the ground and stretch you open while his hips pressed forward and took you into that sordid absolution.

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It was then that your eyes popped back open from your reverie, everyone around you giving you a look that was very telling of the fact that you had made some interesting expression right before you woke from that sordid little fantasy dream. "Sorry..." the words don't sound genuine even to you and before you could utter another word, there was the feel a hand clamping down on your shoulder and Father Dominic starts to lead you away from the rest of the congregation.

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Looking for a little religious and guilt themed fun as a priest educates a young woman on the error of her ways, while she entices and enjoys what punishment's the priest incites upon her body in return. Send me a PM and we can hash things out a bit more, discord is also an option.